Actually, my magic now has a tinge of the tragic. I can see the arc of my own demise. I have some tricks left. Occasionally, I go into full inspirational teacher mode (Robin Williams on acid). Poetry exists to woo. But what has China got to do with verse?
The Scottish Play
Readafterburnout.com has chronicled my journey through a time of madness to this moment in time when I think that I am relatively (something). It’s like saying Macbeth in a theatre; it brings bad luck. As the S word or the N word. If you don’t know what I am referring to by now, you ought to do your homework- Readafterburnout.com
Okay, let’s take it back a ways.
A while ago, I was this senior teacher allowing myself to be washed in the rivers of bullshit. I am an admirer of natural bullshit as long as it’s in a field and without too many bullshit flies feeding upon it. In a school, it is less than admirable. Whilst coming from the mouths of man, it just stinks and repels in equal quantities. That’s why I became a supply/substitute teacher. I wanted the simplicity of…
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